I was looking through my camera photos this evening when I came upon one I hadnít shared before, a picture of all my medals from running:
I have 2 others, but Kaylee stole them. Anyway, the one on the bottom left (that says Friday Night Fargo 5K) was my first 5K race I had ever run, the race that I ran with pretty much no training. The bottom right medal was for the first half marathon. The bottom middle was for the first marathon. The ones above all mean a lot to me, but those 3...they are the epitome of everything my journey stands for: Hard work, dedication, motivation, inspiration, sweat, tears, joy, determination, uphill battle...
My Motivation wall in my closet:
And that is what has made me a success in other areas of my life. My journey has led me to a job I have been amazing at for 7 years and counting. To an amazing guy who recognizes greatness in me. To a weight loss I never thought possible. To overcoming 2 separate addictions, then persevering to overcome the last. To be that inspiration, that motivation. To enable me to become...more. To empower myself to evolve, to better myself, and to be more than ordinary...to be extraordinary. I know the sky is the limit for myself. I can only hold myself back, I have no one in my way.
And God, this all sounds a bit overly cheesy, but this is how I am feeling. I am in the best place of my life right now, and I want to take advantage of these feelings. I want to do the best I can, when I can. I want to learn, absorb, be one heck of a sponge as I continue on these next few weeks, before I am able to go back to work. By the time that happens, I plan to have everything streamlined for myself, and a timeline of my own prepared so I know what needs to be done to stay on track with what is expected of me, of what I expect from myself. I will have my main objectives set, and what needs to be done to exceed those objectives. To constantly update those objectives, and plan ahead so Iíll never be left wondering: What next?
When it comes to my weight, Of course always in the back of my mind I do focus a bit on the number, but really what I want to do is work out. Yes, work out. GOD, I miss spinning, the strength training, and SO MUCH the running. The high I get after pushing through an hour of running. The endorphins are so amazing. After putting 35 miles on the spin bike and my legs are like jelly...the sheen of sweat covering my body, my hair soaked, always trying to do better each and every time. Because I know I can.
I am going to be discussing this week with my doctor what I can start doing after 5 weeks is up. I am right now focusing on walking, though I havenít done any incline work. When I get the okay, I would like to begin doing 30 minutes of incline work on the treadmill, at a 3.0 mph pace, put together a spreadsheet. When 6 weeks is up, I would like to start doing the C25K (couch to 5K) program, very slowly. When I am given the okay to start strength training, I plan on doing very low weight, and work on the reps, 1 rep of 10 to start out with on each machine. Eventually working in pushups, crunches (those likely will be last in line here), planks, squats, and lunges. Even just writing about this, renews a sense of purpose.
Oh, and an updated photo of moi:
Me and my little girl: